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Stories From the Rest-A-Bet Lodge: Part 2
Some would say we did not think through all the ramifications of purchasing the Rest-A-Bit lodge (my parents) because I had just completed a two-year internship, and ministry jobs for a woman in the mountains of North Carolina in 1986 were slim pickings. Did I mention that Dan had just started his practice, and as he often told me, there are very few rich, young CPAs? Funds were tight, and the…
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Stories From the Rest-A-Bit Lodge
Two years ago this week, I posted a farewell to our home of thirty-six years in the mountains of North Carolina. At the time, I promised to write some of the stories that made the house an interesting topic of conversation, but it was too painful to talk about then. The lodge was always more than a house or a place to raise our children; it had mystery and legends attached to it. I always felt I…
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Stories From the Rest-A-Bit Lodge
Two years ago this week, I posted a farewell to our home of thirty-six years in the mountains of North Carolina. At the time, I promised to write some of the stories that made the house an interesting topic of conversation, but it was too painful to talk about then. The lodge was always more than a house or a place to raise our children; it had mystery and legends attached to it. I always felt I…
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Stories From the Rest-A-Bit Lodge
Two years ago this week, I posted a farewell to our home of thirty-six years in the mountains of North Carolina. At the time, I promised to write some of the stories that made the house an interesting topic of conversation, but it was too painful to talk about then. The lodge was always more than a house or a place to raise our children; it had mystery and legends attached to it. I always felt I…
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Stories From the Rest-A-Bit Lodge
Two years ago this week, I posted a farewell to our home of thirty-six years in the mountains of North Carolina. At the time, I promised to write some of the stories that made the house an interesting topic of conversation, but it was too painful to talk about then. The lodge was always more than a house or a place to raise our children; it had mystery and legends attached to it. I always felt I…
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Moutain Folk
In the summer of 2023, I took a course in storytelling, and if you have known me for more than 15 minutes, you’ve likely heard this story before, but it is one of my favorites. Shout out to Everett Stiles, whom I still consider a friend.
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Gifts That Need No Wrapping #3
The Gift of Unexpected Wisdom
Deadwood, South Dakota circa 1990.
The summer my daughter was twelve and my son was seven, we took a trip that my children still believe would bring charges if they turned me into the Department of Social Services. We left North Carolina and traveled some of the way with students from Mars Hill (then) College. On the third day, we parted ways with…
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Gifts That Need No Wrapping #2
The Gift of Community
One of my favorite stories of all time is a story that came with my marriage. Dan Kidd had the best grandmother in the world. I had one grandmother who was a passive and almost shadowy figure and one who lived 600 miles away, and I saw her only twice a year. So, as Dan began to tell me about Nanny, I was fascinated by this woman. She was funny, kind,…
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Gifts That Need No Wrapping
As the holidays approach, I think of gift-giving and its impact on people.
The gifts I am talking about are not the ones under anyone’s tree or are part of a religious tradition. I am talking about off-handed comments that change people’s lives and creative acts that alter the trajectory of someone’s future. Often, the person who speaks the truth or offers kindness is unaware that they changed…
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A Note From Miss Byrd
My daughter and I have been doing the final clean out of the Jefferson Drive home my family moved into fifty-seven years ago, and it has been like an archaeological dig. It has taken an exceedingly long time because we have been distracted by the layers of memories captured in photographs and handwritten letters and notes.
Through it all, we kept finding notes written by one person that…
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A Note From Miss Byrd
My daughter and I have been doing the final cleanout of the Jefferson Drive home my family moved into fifty-seven years ago, and it has been like an archaeological dig. It has taken an exceedingly long time because we have been distracted by the layers of memories captured in photographs and handwritten letters and notes.
Through it all, we kept finding notes written by one person that…
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A Female Perspective on ADHD
I was talking to a friend who was taking his middle school-aged daughter to be diagnosed as a person who lives life with ADHD. I told him that I was fifty when I was finally diagnosed, and everyone said, “We could have told you that,” But they didn’t. I also told him that I think society has a more complex assessment of girls with this neurodiversity than they do with boys. He said he would…
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Thank you, Jack
I went to see my dear friend and colleague, Jack Causey, the other day. His body is not as spry as when I last saw him, but his eyes twinkled with the same mischief and intuitive knowledge that he is famous for. People prepared me that he might not remember who I was, but immediately, he told his caregiver, this is Wanda Kidd. She was an excellent campus minister, which allowed me to tell her…
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Thank you, Jack
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I went to see my dear friend and colleague, Jack Causey, the other day. His body is not as spry as when I last saw him, but his eyes twinkled with the same mischief and intuitive knowledge that he is famous for. People prepared me that he might not remember who I was, but immediately, he told his caregiver, this is Wanda Kidd. She was an excellent campus minister, which allowed me to tell her…
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Thank you, Jack
I went to see my dear friend and colleague, Jack Causey, the other day. His body is not as spry as when I last saw him, but his eyes twinkled with the same mischief and intuitive knowledge that he is famous for. People prepared me that he might not remember who I was, but immediately, he told his caregiver, this is Wanda Kidd. She was an excellent campus minister, which allowed me to tell her…
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Life Lesson #2: There is a Chance You are Just Jealous
My last post spoke about how my mom prepared me to meet the challenges of adolescence and beyond. I promised four stories that would capture that process. Here is
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There Is A Good Chance You Are Just Jealous
To the casual reader, this story reads like a “girl’s story.” It could easily be dismissed as something that girls do to each other and labeled as petty angst. Heaven knows…
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